Sword of Coming

In a house on Taoye Lane, there was a kind-hearted old man sitting on a wicker chair in the corridor. Next to him sat a cute and cute maid, wearing goose-yellow patterned trousers and a light blue gauze skirt. , listening to the old man telling stories and fanning slowly.

The old man suddenly asked: "Taoya, where is the wind? Are you taking a nap again? I'm not trying to scare you. If you were in a big house outside a small town, you would be punished for being lazy like this."

There was no response. The old man, who had always been kind and tolerant to his servants, was about to continue teasing a few words when his face suddenly changed and he looked up into the distance with a serious look on his face. It turned out that in the small courtyard, not only was the fan held by the girl maid silent, but in fact even the invisible breeze was still. The old man quickly held his breath and concentrated, silently recited the mantra, and fell into meditation, lest he lose his cultivation in this short reverse flow of the long river of time. The old man sighed softly. Qi Jingchun, who was the most abiding by the rules and etiquette, finally made an exception. In this way, the storm was about to come.

In the iron lock well, a burly young foreigner squatted not far away, staring hard at the wheel. But out of the corner of his eye, he secretly glanced at the profile of a plump village woman. She was bending down to lift a bucket from the mouth of the well. Her astonishingly curved hips, heavy breasts, and slightly exaggerated curves were all exposed. , the body bloomed with a wild aura of full wheat ears, giving the woman who was originally just a middle-aged woman a little more unique. When the young man realized that the surrounding environment was strangely still, the others did not move. They just plucked up the courage to look at the wonderful picture of a woman fetching water. The young man swallowed secretly, quickly twisted his body, and changed to a squatting position.

No wonder the master said that the women at the foot of the mountain are like tigers in the forest, and their skills have been greatly reduced. But once they are taken up the mountain, they will become kings and tyrants of the mountain tigers. They can eat people. After drinking, the master always says that there is nothing in the world All the heroes were defeated by their own Iruyama Tiger, without exception. But the young man felt that Lin Hu was already very powerful. For example, the woman in front of him was obviously ordinary, but she was so enchanting that it made his heart itch. If she slapped him without saying anything, it would be completely unreasonable. The young man felt He still didn't dare to fight back at all, for he would laugh along with the woman's smile.

When the young man thought of this, he felt a little discouraged. He glanced down at his crotch and cursed, "You have no bones. No wonder you have no spine!"

In Mubo Alley, Song Jixin was reading through a thick and old local county annals. Song Jixin found out many rules. For example, it is generally updated every sixty years, so Song Jixin privately named the book "Jiazi". "", and there is the fact that after the people in the small town were taken away by distant relatives when they were young, almost no one has returned to their hometown. It seems that they don't like fallen leaves returning to their roots. Flowers bloom inside the wall and fragrance outside the wall. Many family names bloom outside. The loose leaves even grew into towering trees with deep roots, so Song Jixin nicknamed it "The Book Outside the Wall".

The young man was currently flipping through a page of biographies, which described the life of a man named Cao Xi. The stingy pen and ink was another feature of this county chronicle. Song Jixin had read it over and over at least seven or eight times, and he was already familiar with this book. So now when I read it in my spare time, I only choose some bizarre stories, treating them as romances and legends described by a storyteller. There is no way to verify the authenticity. Of course Song Jixin doesn't care. He only remembers the man in official uniform. Before leaving the town to report his work in Beijing, he came here alone late at night. In an extremely solemn manner, the man told the young man to remember one thing, which was to recite and remember every name that appeared in the book, as well as hundreds of people. Count, and their ancestors’ respective roots in the town, especially the relationship with the four surnames and ten clans.

At this time, Song Jixin was motionless, just like the broken clay statues in the southeast of the town, which fell randomly in the grass and mud one after another. No matter the wind or rain, they just remained motionless. The light that shines through the window on the desk remains in an unusually still state.

In this house, the only moving people and objects were the maid Zhigui and the inconspicuous four-legged snake. She had noticed something strange very early on, and the first thought that came to her mind was to go to the yard next door and find The girl with facial paralysis scolded her a lot, but when the maid realized the existence of the sword, she gave up the tempting idea. She first came to her young master's room, glanced at the content of the book, and felt annoyed when she saw the word "Cao Xi", so she helped the young master turn back a few pages. After seeing the section about "Xie Shi", she Happy smiled. But soon she became frustrated and turned the page back to avoid revealing the secret and exposing herself. Over the years, the young master of Shingcheng Mansion was just out of curiosity and suspected her identity, and he never caught her. She didn't want to have any real and conclusive evidence before she was done. She often went to rural schools with her young master. She felt that some of the things scholars said were very hypocritical and bastard, such as "He who sacrifices his life for justice", and some words... It’s quite well said, for example, “Half of those who travel a hundred miles are more than ninety”, which really explains the truth clearly.

The khaki four-legged snake was lying on the threshold basking in the sun. At this moment, when it was silent and still, it returned to its "true body". Under the light, it was seen that it was radiant and crystal clear, and its body was like one piece. Liuli.

In the house next door to the yard, Ning Yao, a girl in black, fell into a mysterious and mysterious state of fetal breathing. She stopped breathing through her mouth and nose, as if the baby was still in the womb, and her energy returned to her roots and stopped.

In the snow-white scabbard, the flying sword seemed to have been amnesty. After it was slowly unsheathed, it flew briskly around its owner. The bird was as docile and affectionate as a human being, and it had the beauty of a girl's flowing dress. It was not flying randomly, but like a talisman, creating the best Feng Shui place for the master who was healing. As expected, the girl who showed no signs of breathing, the surrounding breath rushed into her body, and she was like a whale swallowing water, frantically absorbing it This is the original spiritual energy between heaven and earth. So at this moment, the deathly silence of the town was in sharp contrast with the prosperity of the house.

By the Nanfang River outside the town.

There was a man with short stature, thick eyebrows and big eyes, strong energy, bare chest and abdomen, holding a hammer and striking iron. When he hammered down, sparks flew everywhere and the room was filled with light.

Countless little bits of firelight were running around in the empty room, making it magnificent.

With just one blow, a picture can be created.

Opposite the man, stood a girl with a refreshing ponytail. She was petite. She wore a cow leather burqa to prevent sparks from splashing onto her body. Ordinary cotton clothes could easily be burned through holes. Come.

After a beating, tens of thousands of sparks suddenly stagnated in the room.

The ponytailed girl frowned and asked, "Dad?"

The man said solemnly: "It's up to you to hammer the sword strips. I'd like to take this opportunity to hone your will."

The girl put down the old sword and pushed away the sparks on both sides of her body. She waved the sparks away casually, causing them to move throughout her body. The sparks that should have been stationary in the long river of time kept hitting the sparks and hitting each other again and again. It makes the light in the room look extremely messy.

Compared to the elderly seniors in the small town who seemed to be lurking in the abyss, all of them were concentrating and holding their breath, the girl's behavior was really a bit too domineering.

Especially when it was her who was doing the beating, she was powerful and heavy, and her movements were fast and violent, even more wild and uninhibited than an experienced man.

The sparks sputtered out with each blow will not disappear in the end, so after being superimposed again and again, densely packed sparks are clustered in the sky like bright stars.

The room where swords are made is filled with billions of stars.

The man stared intently at the red sword embryo and commanded in a deep voice: "Recite the "Shaking the Dragon" chapter of "The Sutra of Forging Swords" in your heart!"

The girl's momentum suddenly dropped and she whispered: "Dad?"

The man asked angrily: "What are you doing?"

The girl's momentum dropped again, and she said timidly: "I ate less at noon, I'm hungry, and I can't beat myself anymore."

The man was even more angry. If he hadn't been forging swords, he would have almost disciplined and cursed him, "Obviously asking you to endorse is like killing you, what excuse can you make... Damn it, my daughter, you have such an appetite, it's normal for you to be hungry. It’s really no excuse…”

The girl snickered and said she was hungry, but in fact, her hand movement did not weaken at all. In an instant, she made a conscious movement. After the girl shouted, she hit the hammer with all her strength, and said in a strange way: "Come out!"

The sparks sputtered out this time were extremely numerous and particularly dazzling.

The man's face showed no expression, and he said in his heart: "It's done."

In the yard of Gu Can's house, the woman woke up slowly with a splitting headache. She sat back on the bench with the support of her child. True Lord Jiejiang Liu Zhimao was closing his eyes to rest, his thumb and index finger slowly pinching in his sleeve.

The woman, Mrs. Gu, sat her son next to her and asked softly: "Chief Immortal, what's going on?"

The old man didn't open his eyes and said: "I have accepted a good apprentice, and you have a good son. Gu, please just wait and see if the mother is more valuable than the son."

The woman was overjoyed, with tears in her eyes. She hugged the child and murmured softly: "The child's father, have you heard? We Gu Can will definitely have a great future..."

Liu Zhimao suddenly let out a cry of surprise. He opened his eyes and looked down at the lines on his palms, which seemed to have opened up a new path. He said to himself: "Why is this? It shouldn't be. The young man did not die, but the immortal family My son, died inexplicably?"

The old man had no choice but to stand up and pace slowly in the courtyard. He pinched his fingers quickly and said, "Trash! In the hands of a young man from the city, Yunxia Mountain's thousand-year reputation has been destroyed in one fell swoop."

The woman said uneasily: "Old Immortal, since our Can'er has already become a disciple, why not let Chen Pingan go?"

The old man shouted angrily: "Woman's kindness! If you really have a compassionate heart, you and I should not have murderous thoughts when we first met. How shameless are you pretending to be a female Bodhisattva with me at this time?"

The woman's face turned pale after being scolded, and she didn't dare to say a word.

The old man was still angry, pointed at the woman and cursed: "Country woman, short-sighted! After Gu Can returns to Shujian Lake with me, you mother and son must not meet too frequently, so as not to hinder his practice. Do you have any objections?"

The woman quickly waved her hand and said, "I don't dare."

The old man's eyes were sinister.

The woman was stunned for a moment, then quickly recovered, with a sad face, and said pitifully: "No objection, absolutely not!"

The old man waved his sleeves vigorously and snorted: "I'm so angry!"

I saw that the woman had some unique charm before, and just now I had the idea of ​​taking her as my personal slave, she acted so vulgar and unbearable, she deserved to miss out on the blessing of being able to enter the threshold of spiritual practice.

The old man suddenly felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy and looked around. Sure enough, the world in this area had been artificially stopped as a "stop". The stop was one of the many small caves in the world. Land gods and golden arhats could not even dream of opening it up.

This kind of great supernatural power can be said to be at its peak. Although it is largely attributed to that large formation, it still makes people feel awe and awe.

Just imagine, as long as you are in this world, no matter you are immortals, Buddhas, gods, devils or monsters, you have to kowtow to me when you come here. How does that feel?

Jiejiang Zhenjun Liu Zhimao had never dreamed of reaching such heights. Isn't it useful to have high skills? Go to hell! Liu Zhimao wished that after such a small cave, he could bring in all the third-generation disciples of the Buddha, Taoist Patriarch, and Confucian leader. He did not dare to ask them to bow their heads and bend down. At any rate, they would all sit on equal footing and be considered peers.

Liu Zhimao spat out a mouthful of blood without warning, and blood splattered on his palms, as if someone had cut a bloody groove with a sharp weapon.

On the other hand, the white bowl appeared involuntarily. The ripples on the water surface were chaotic, black lines were running around, and they were hitting the wall everywhere.

The old man did not hesitate at all. He folded his palms on the back of his hands. As a Taoist disciple, he bowed in Confucian style and bowed to the end. He was extremely pious and said in a trembling voice: "Liu Zhimao, the owner of Qingxia Island in Shujian Lake, please have mercy on me, Mr. Qi." I sincerely seek the truth, and if there is any offense, I hope you sir... A saint will not remember the faults of a villain!"

After a long time.

"Leave quickly!"

The four words sounded like spring thunder in the ears of this true king.

Liu Zhimao said ecstatically: "Sir, don't worry, I will take Gu's mother and son out of the town right now."

The old man who had always regarded himself as a junior remembered something and asked cautiously: "May I ask, sir, what should I do with these two bags of gold and copper coins that this junior has on me?"

The majestic voice sounded again, "One person and one thing, just two opportunities. Just stay in the hospital. You are not allowed to leave Shujian Lake for thirty years."

Liu Zhimao felt relieved. This time he was not so flattering. He deliberately saluted as a Confucian scholar, but just gave a solemn Taoist bow, "I dare not say goodbye to this gift from my elders. Mr. Qi's great kindness and kindness will be deeply appreciated by the younger generation." Unforgettable teeth!"

After that, Qi Jingchun's voice did not appear, and the end soon disappeared. Liu Zhimao didn't talk nonsense and immediately asked Gu to take Gu Can and leave the town with him. Just as Gu was about to speak, Liu Zhimao gave her a fierce blow. He stared at her with extreme eyes, frightening the woman into silence. Liu Zhimao took out two bags. Although he was a little reluctant to part with them, this Taoist who aspired to become a true king still put them on the bench without hesitation. On the way to the small courtyard, Liu Zhimao suddenly asked: "Do you have any old things left at home?"

Gu was at a loss, and the sneaky Gu Can immediately reminded him: "Didn't dad leave a Duobao Pavilion? Is he the one hiding under the bed and eating ashes?"

Liu Zhimao's eyes lit up, and without saying a word he let the woman lead the way to find out.

Since the saint recognized that Gu Can himself was the opportunity, it meant that this child could take away his own opportunity.

As for the final destination of these opportunities, in the small town, I'm afraid I have to listen to Qi Jingchun even if the King of Heaven comes, but in Shujian Lake, it's hard to say.

Gu Can, who was finally left unattended, waited until the two of them entered the house, grabbed two bags with one hand, gently pulled out the door latch, and ran towards the other end of Mud Bottle Alley.

The woman in the house, Mrs. Gu, knelt on the ground and reached under the bed to move the box. The box was not big but heavy, and it was a bit difficult to move it, which made her panting.

As a result, her plump buttocks were kicked hard by Zhenjun Jiejiang. The old man teased: "Ms. Gu, you owe it to yourself to take care of yourself. But with this, you can be a second-class maid in Qingxia Island. It's a bit reluctant, but it's okay." A third-class maid is more than enough. I don't like you, but there are a few guests on Qingxia Island. I can't say that you are good at this. When the time comes, you must fight for it. Don't be shy, and you will miss it in vain. A blessing."

The woman's body was slightly stiff. Most of her body was still under the bed and her expression could not be seen clearly.

Walking to an alley, Qi Jingchun said to Chen Pingan: "Leave Cai Jinjian and Fu Nanhua to my disposal. Now that you have this piece of ancestral locust leaf, don't take life and death lightly. Live well is the best way to treat your father." The greatest reward for my mother. As for the three forces of Yunxia Mountain, Old Dragon City and Zhenjun Jiejiang in the future, I dare not say that they will never come to trouble you, but they will definitely not come to trouble you within ten years. If you are lucky, you will I have always been a commoner in the city, and I have been able to live unscathed for thirty years."

Qi Jingchun smiled and said: "There is no need to be taboo about the town. In the future... it won't be long before there will be no more plotting. If you want to live a stable life for twenty or thirty years, you might as well find a girl here to marry. That’s it to start a family and start a business. If you want to go outside the small town and see the real world, it’s also a good thing. Reading thousands of books and traveling thousands of miles are what we scholars must do. You will find in the future that in small towns, It’s difficult to study in the town, but easy to walk. Outside, many scholars find it easy to buy, read and collect books, but they just don’t like to walk long distances and find it hard. The so-called study tours are just outings by car.”

The young man asked in surprise: "Mr. Qi, walking is considered hard work?"

Qi Jingchun laughed heartily, "Let's not talk about outside the town, just around us. How many people of your age have you seen on Fulu Street and Taoye Lane running around like you?"

The young man nodded and said, "It's true."

Qi Jingchun thought for a while, reached out and pulled out a jade hairpin stuck in her bun, bent down and handed it to the poor boy, "Just think of it as a parting gift. It's not a valuable object, let alone an item from an immortal family, so feel free to accept it." In fact, I was just like you. I was once a young boy from a back alley. I studied hard and went through many hardships and ups and downs. Of course, I also had various encounters. Then I entered the Cliff Academy and studied as a teacher. The period when I, Qi Jingchun, was the happiest time in my life. Later, When my husband came out of the mountain, he gave me this hairpin as a kind of expectation and entrustment to me. Unfortunately, looking back now, I have not done well over the years. I believe that if my husband were still alive, he would definitely be disappointed. ”

How dare the young man accept this gift.

This jade hairpin seems to contain the master-disciple relationship between Mr. Qi and his husband. Needless to say, affection is important, not to mention courtesy.

The young man had never seen it before. After all, he was a person who made royal porcelain, and he still had some appreciation for the quality of something.

Qi Jingchun said warmly: "If you stay here with me, my teacher's relics will be buried with me, so why not give them to you. Besides, you are actually receiving no reward for your merits. I have stayed in the town for nearly sixty years, and I have always been cautious. The knot cannot be untied. Unfortunately, my mentor has passed away. I originally thought that I would never get the answer in this life. But you unintentionally helped me solve my doubts, so I will give you this hairpin. It is suitable for both emotion, reason and etiquette. . Chen Ping'an can only help you beg for a locust leaf, but I can't give you any more opportunities."

The young man took the jade hairpin made of ordinary material with both hands, raised his head and said sincerely: "Sir, you have done a lot."

Qi Jingchun laughed it off and saw that the young man was persuaded by him to accept the hairpin, which made him less worried. The hairpin was indeed ordinary, but after all it was a relic of his teacher. It was good to give it to a young man who did not disgrace the inscription on the hairpin.

So Qi Jingchun finally warned: "Chen Ping'an, remember, no matter what you encounter in the future, don't lose hope in this world."